Genius is not a retainer to any emperor.
At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house.
We know but a few men, a great many coats and breeches.
You must speak loud to those who are hard of hearing.
If I were confined to a corner of a garret all my days, like a spider, the world would be just as large to me while I had my thoughts about me.
Must be out-of-doors enough to get experience of wholesome reality, as a ballast to thought and sentiment. Health requires this relaxation, this aimless life.